Lyrics:
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We are all met together here to sit and to crack
With our glasses in our hands and our work upon our backs
And there's not a trade among them all can neither mend nor mak
Gin it wasna' for the work o' the weavers.
If it wasna' for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldna' hae cloth that's made o' wool
Ye wouldna' hae a coat neither black nor the blue
Gin it wasna' for the work o' the the weavers.
The hireman chiels, they mock us and crack aye aboots.
They say that we are thin faced, bleached like cloots
But yet for all their mockery, they canna do wi oots,
No they canna want the work o' the weavers.
There's our rights and our slaters and glaziers and a',
Our doctors and ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in South America, tho them we never saw
But we know they wear the work of the weavers.
There's our sailors and our soldiers, we know they're all bauld
But if they hadna clothes, faith they couldna live for cauld.
The high and low, the rich and poor, a'body young and auld
They widna want the work o the weavers.
There's folk that's independent of other tradesman work.
The women need no barbers and dykers need no clerk,
But none o' them can do wi'out a coat or a shirt.
No, they canna want the work o the weavers.
The weaving is a trade that never can fail
As longs we need a cloth to keep another hale.
So let us aye be merry over a bicket of good ale
And drink a health to the weavers.
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Words:
Ae: one
Bauld: bold
Bicker: wooden beaker
Chiels: chaps, boys
Cloot: cloth
Fecht: fight
Gin: if
Hale: whole
Haud: keep
Od: exclamation, polite version of ‘God’.
Puir: poor
Sark: shirt
Thegither : together
Want: do without
Wark: work
Woo : wool
Wrights: carpenters
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